Spirits

Spinning
Like a top, spiraling
Water down a drain
Not to end, but to begin
New journeys, towards the sea
Whirling, like a top, spinning,
Like bottles when young ones play
That game
To kiss, on impulse
Drunken love
Still love.
Whether beer or whiskey
Wine or spirits
Spirits high
Like clouds. Floating
Ecstasy
No limitations tonight
At least thats what it feels like

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